It was in third grade. For some reason I'm not not able to share his name (I guess it was THAT special ). He was super-clean and neat, wore pastel ironed and starched shirts, and had great string ties. In many ways, he was the kind of little boy the son I'd eventually have (with someone other than this third-grade romantic interest) would turn out to be. I guess I must have brought my idea of the "ideal boy" all the way from my childhood into parenting.
He loved borrowing my clothes. i didn't mind sharing. Had to stop seeing each other because my cleaning bill was getting too expensive; it's hard getting lipstick stains out and he kept ripping the seams in my clothes...and..would forget to put the lid back on my nail polish or maybe that was to put the seat down...can't remember...
his name was Steve, we kissed behind the bicycle sheds at school at a fair...... wow i do not think i have ever been the same since. He had a paper round, his nickname was Jimmy..... wonder where he is now?????
Teens... Just a series of crushes.... Nameless faces most of them.... Lots of heartache.... Things seem so 'final' then, don't they? I don't think what I felt was anywhere close to love. I've known real love now, so I know.
Ummmm..........well..........you see.......oh darn.........I think it has to be a tie ROFL....a good prawn cannot exist without a good fisherman......a good man needs a good prawn...I would have prawns anyday instead of flowers.
She was super hawt. So hawt that NOBODY had the courage to go talk to her. Me and a bunch of buddies stood there gawking across the summer school quad at her beneath a scorching summer sun, all yammering about how gorgeous she was and what we would do with a girl like that. It occurred to me that we were all so full of crap. All talk, nobody with any intention of walking up to that goddess. So I did it. I knew I would be shot down, but went anyway.
An amazing summer followed. She was deep, funny, gentle and, obviously, beautiful.
Truth be told, I was too in awe of her to make a move of that extremity. To my young, enamored ass, it would have been like defiling holy relic or something.
Which is probably why she dumped my sappy butt. (Well, that and this a-hole was telling her I was bragging about having, uh... sampled her scrambled eggs... a TOTAL lie, something I would never have done for the same reasons mentioned above.)
Yeah, so no eggs for me. <sigh> Youth is wasted on the young.
He was Dutch , it happened quite unexpectedly I met him in the supermarket I remember it so clearly, it was raining outside, I was lonely and down and in need of comfort and just as I walked along the lonely long aisle my eyes seen this vision of wonder looking at me from within the freezer his name was "Haagen Daaz" How I loved him
Back when I was 7 or so, I knew this girl named Jill. I guess she would be considered my first crush, but it was only one sided (I think). I used to show her my interest by throwing mud and rocks at her, as a kid my age back then would do.
I guess my first love which went both ways would be with a girl named Jenny back when I was 12 or so. I'm glad that romantic interest was short-lived, she didn't prove to be very trustworthy.
Sweet boy named John. He picked fresh flowers from around the neighborhood (tulips, pansies, mums, roses, daisies) and tied them into a bouquet with twisted daisy stems. He jogged alongside of me, and finally cut me off (I fell). He picked me up and put me on my feet while he kneeled on one knee. He then apologized for tripping me, presented me the bouquet and proposed to me. I accepted but we never got married....he and his family moved away unexpectedly two days later.
Well, my first crush was in kindergarden. A girl named Elisabeth. I then went up until the 6th grade, where I had a steady girlfriend named Dawn. And, then in tenth grade another steady girlfriend named Rhonda. But, I had plenty of crushes in between.
Then a twist of fate came along, and I had a huge crush on my best friend. I couldn't stop thinking about him. It totally changed my life.
I suppose it depends on your definition of love...
My first ever crush was a boy named Sean in 1st grade who couldn't decide if he liked me better or our teacher Mrs. Hankel.
I fell hard in my tween years for a Brian with whom the timing never quite worked out. He had amazing blue eyes and inspired my first love poem.
And as far as love of the deep and true variety... that would be the second Sean in my list. I fell completely in love with his smile the very first time I saw him my junior year of highschool. It still melts my heart today after 16years together, almost 10years of marriage and two wonderful little ones to fill up our hearts even more.
My very first crush was Mark in 2nd grade. His classroom was directly across from mine and my teacher was his mother. She would watch him through the window. Watching him too, I couldn't help but notice how cute he was. He had big brown eyes and was very outgoing. We remained friends all through school and graduated together.
Later in life, I had a lustful crush on a co-worker that spanned over 25 years. I wrote a 2 part hub about it called "Flutterings from the Milkman".
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